Lyrics:
Won't you listen to me as I tell you all about the yellowing yellowing yellowing of my teeth
Won't you listen to me as I tell you all about
of rage inside my cage
Born a slave to the darkness as I'm yellowing with mold from age
Worms fill the space behind my eyes, something dies inside in
An old movie magazine
Gold wrapper in between
Pages yellowing with time,
It's tearing up my mind
Plastic snowflake souvenir,
A city far from
As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper
Thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke
Rising from a butt ground out on my arm
Step into
In the tombs there are walking corpses and I'm yellowing
Die together,let's die together die together die together
In the tombs there are walking
the yellowing appeal
Your hellish coast
Sinking stones
Bury the dead along the shore
Oh the weight of sorrow
Little is the time we borrow
A storm will rise
at the edges
Gnawed on, incomplete
Run to the yellowing lights
Into street after street
Feel every breath
green shadow of the overpass
Granite dust in the eyes
hot tea and cookies in her tiny, dark flat
I can remember the red velvet curtains
A porcelain doll with its yellowing lace
Tattered silk slippers
Pictures in a box at home
Yellowing and green with mold
So I can barely see your face
Wonder how that color taste
You were always so far away
I
Pictures in a box at home
Yellowing and green with mold
So I can barely see your face
Wonder how that color taste
You were always so far away
I
close as we fly
Through the air
Then suddenly on Sunday, it all just melted away
And when it had gone, between patches of yellowing grass
I found
Who's on trial?
The state says it's me
Or is it the lawyer I handsomely paid to go free
Or maybe the judge with the yellowing teeth
And the fuck
through poems that you saved
That make the gloomy hours make sense
Or do they lose their power
With the yellowing of age
I saw you suffering
Through
And floated through the clouds as they swallowed shut
The bronze tinted landing sea
And houses row the hills like yellowing teeth
When we touched down,
mama had a big old smile
We drove you home, saw your yellowing skin
Packed a few things and drove you back again
Stayed up all night worrying,
camera angle it looked like it hurt
But your mama had a big old smile
We drove you home, saw your yellowing skin
Packed a few things and drove you
Mansfield
Ah anywhere in Albion
Anywhere in Albion
Anywhere in Albion
Yellowing classics
And canons at dawn
Coffee wallahs and pith helmets
prayerful moan
Blesses those, who enter
The way to this templed city of tombs
Climbs amid roses yellowing blooms
Fragments of mouldering biers
'Til
against pallid sky
Single plume of white smoke on yellow speckled plain
Yellowing leaves sparkle in cold breeze
Wave patterns among wave patterns
Ohh, anywhere in Albion
Anywhere in Albion
Anywhere in Albion
Yellowing classics
And canons at dawn
Coffee wallahs and pith helmets
weekend breezing
Falling leaves yellowing to amber
Foliage in hazel
Your charm, the embellishment
No one can get you till you let them
Twisted fantasy,
don't mind
If nobody hears my cries
Play for an empty hall
Sing at the yellowing walls
Listen
Forget the meaning
Listen
Forget we're dreaming
So write it
those who enter
The way to this templ'd city of tombs
Climbs amid roses' yellowing blooms
Fragments of mouldering biers
Till black-clad each mourner his
a rut
All of my treasures are
Damaged and yellowing
Lock it away and forget the
Remembering
I know there is no true escape
But I can't help wishing for
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